Holo-Chakotay: Put passion into your piano-playing, Seven! You know, like I put into my acting!Seven: Is that a clever way of telling me to stop?Janeway: (over the comm) Seven, we need you at your station!Seven: Okay, I'll be there as soon as it's too late!

Janeway: You screwed up! Why?Seven: "Screwed up" is in the eye of the beholder.Janeway: Yeah, but...um...aw, nuts.

Icheb: I've been learning clichés. I'm now packed to the rafters with them.Seven: I don't care, pipsqueak.Icheb: The squeaky wheel gets the grease.Seven: He's about to get major injuries too.Icheb: Must you add injury to--OW! You wound me!

Seven: I have decided to dump you like a sack of cheap potatoes.Holo-Chakotay: How can you do this to me, the real Chakotay?Seven: It's surprisingly ea--YEAAAGGH!Holo-Chakotay: Ha. Chakotay 1, Seven 0.

Doc: Seven! Oh no! What happened?Holo-Chakotay: Well, we were having an emotional discussion....Doc: Emotions? You can't be the real Chakotay.

Seven: So yeah, I was dating a pseudo Tattoo Boy.Doc: For the love of God, why him?Seven: Ever since Axum, I've been attracted to bland men.Doc: So who's next, David Duchovny? I guess anyone with hair is fine by you....Seven: Psst...Doc, you're being too blatant with the unrequited love again.Doc: Oops. Sorry.

Doc: Turns out your Borg tech shuts you down when you feel strong emotions.Seven: That's laughable! I've been having all kinds of them for years!Doc: Maybe "strong" is in the eye of the beholder.Seven: Yeah, but...um....Doc: Gotcha. Anyway, I can try fixing you....Seven: Screw it. I'd rather be a tragic character.

Chakotay: Wanna come to a party? I, the real Chakotay, am going.Seven: Sigh...I can't, I just can't. See how tragic I am? See?
(Voyager blasts off at Ludicrous Speed)